Jenny & Lucy - The End of the Road(trip)

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Fans of Lucy's adventures - and her journey of discovery - will probably already have read the previous chapters.  If not, they're worth a read and will set the scene for this chapter.  We're getting close to the conclusion of Lucy's adventure. Certainly a long way from the prim girl who always liked to be in control - there's been a lot of yellow water under the bridge since then...

Anyway, hope you enjoy this latest chapter and fear not - there is more to come.

 

After their emergency outdoor pee stops, where they’d both been on the verge of total loss of control, both Lucy and Jenny agreed that they should take things a little bit more carefully. They’d soon be arriving to stay at the cottage with Jenny’s parents. Nonetheless, both girls agreed that they would keep up their little game of not actually peeing in a toilet until they got back home.

Jenny had been particularly adamant that they must keep their fluid intake up and both girls had drunk a half litre bottle of mineral water with their lunch. Added to that another bottle of water each they were swigging in the car and Lucy could certainly feel the pressure beginning to build again pleasantly in her bladder.

Jenny almost anticipated exactly what she was thinking. “Don’t worry Lucy, we’re nearly done now, just a couple of miles down this little lane and that’s us there. We’ll say a quick hello and then I’ll, erm, show you some scenery as it were.”

“Oooh, that sounds like a plan.” replied Lucy. “I think I might have overstretched something earlier, that water seems to be going right through me. Not that it feels all too bad though.”

As Jenny promised, a couple of miles down the road she slowed down, ready to turn into the little lane that apparently led to the cottage. As she reached the turning though, she had to take an extra wide turn, skirting around a big hole in the road surrounded by workmen’s fencing and a sign announcing emergency water repairs.

Jenny drove the car up the narrow lane and into a farmyard not too dissimilar from her Parent’s stables, but in this yard the low buildings had been converted into two identical quaint cottages. She parked in front of the right hand cottage, unlocked and opened the door, pausing to shout “Hello, we’re here!” There was no answer, so Lucy followed Jenny into the pretty cottage.

Jenny picked up a note on the kitchen table. “That’s charming!” she said “They’ve gone home before we arrived. Apparently there’s no water because of a burst main. That must be the hole we passed. At least we’ve got bottled water. And to top it all, they’ve left a list of jobs they want me to do ‘as I’m here anyway’.”

“Not to worry” said Lucy, we’ll be fine. It’s not like we need to flush the toilet or anything.” Thinking about the toilet reminded Lucy of the desperate feeling in her bladder. “Talking of things to take care of, do you fancy showing me that scenery pretty soon now?”

“Mmmmm, of course” replied Jenny, stepping forward and pressing herself close to Lucy. “Where shall we start?” she asked with a giggle, stroking a fingers up Lucy’s thigh to reach her still naked pussy. “This scenery?”

“How about somewhere where I can have a wee? I’m a bit worried I might have strained something with holding for so long before, I’m absolutely bursting again, how about you?”

“Yes, I must admit I’m suddenly feeling close to bursting too. Come on, let me show you the back garden. Bring that video camera with you.”

Lucy followed Jenny out of the cottage and into a small walled garden. In the middle was a lawn with planted borders at either side, and at the far end of a small lawn was a bench, with a gate next to it.

“That leads into the fields.” said Jenny and with a wink she added. “Let’s go for a walk there, I used to go in there with my sister all the time when we were younger. We used to play for hours in the field and used to end up miles from the cottage. She used to end up leaving it far too late to make it back to the toilet. I’ve lost count how many times she had accidents and wet her pants.”

“And what about you?” asked Lucy with a wink.

“I used to just go whenever I needed to.” replied Jenny. “I remember one time we came to stay in the cottage and my Aunt and Uncle came to visit. Aunty was really cool, she was elegant and really pretty but fun too. She knew exactly how to make me and my sister feel special. We really loved her visits.

This particular time, when they visited the three of us went for a walk in the field to pick wild flowers. We’d been out for a good while when she stopped, checked she was out of sight of the cottage and made sure nobody else was about. Then she hiked her skirt up, pulled her underwear down and squatted there in the field, just like it was the most natural thing in the world.”

“I guess it is” laughed Lucy. “Then what”

“She just winked and said ‘That girls is how you take care of the flowers’. Looking back I think it was our Mum’s really clever way of dealing with my sister’s wetting habit, without any fuss or embarrassment. Either way it worked. I’ve lost count of the number of times we both watered the buttercups in there.”

Just as Jenny said that a deep voice boomed out. “Ahh, Hello Miss Jenny!” Both girls jumped and instinctively crossed their legs at the same time. The owner of the voice turned out to be their next door neighbour, an elderly man who was peering over the wall.

“Mr Brown!” exclaimed Jenny, “You nearly gave me a heart attack, you should’t go surprising people like that. You never know what could happen.”

Mr Brown explained that the water main had burst and there wouldn’t be water for a few days, then explained what Jenny already new, that her parents had left. It struck Lucy that Mr Brown liked to explain things a lot, in fact it turned out that Mr Brown just liked to talk a lot in general. A few times Jenny tried to politely excuse herself, but each time Mr Brown just carried on amiably chatting away.

Jenny turned to Lucy, making sure her face was facing away from Mr Brown and whispered, “Poor old chap, he’s pretty much just lonely, but he’s deaf as a post. I don’t mean to be cruel, but he’s all I need right now. I’m about to wet myself. It’s alright for you, you could just go where you're standing and he’d be none the wiser.”

The thought had occurred to Lucy and now Jenny mentioned it she realised it was the best solution to relieve her rapidly filled bladder. They were standing close to the shoulder high wall which meant Mr Brown couldn’t see below her neck and he wouldn’t hear a little tinkle onto the grass.

Lucy stepped out of her flat slip on sandals and kicked them behind her, then moved her feet apart, enjoying the warm afternoon air wafting around her thighs and private parts. She had the action camera in her hand and she carefully angled it upwards on its selfie stick and started it recording, holding it low in front of her whilst she held her skirt forwards slightly giving the camera a clear view up her thighs to her pussy.

The fullness in her bladder still felt pretty good but it was time to do something about it. Since she was naked under her dress her bladder easily obliged and the camera caught a good view as a steady splatter of clear urine started to hit the grass between her feet. Lucy almost hadn’t realised how easy to was going to be to pee standing and gave her bladder a gentle push. As she did so her stream arced forwards, shooting from the front of her slit and narrowly avoiding wetting the inside of her dress as it fell just short of the camera. A golden watefall that passed just by the watching camera, splashing a few small drops onto the lens as it did so. Eventually her stream began to slow. Instead of falling cleanly from her pussy she found herself with two streams of hot urine flowing downwards from her bum and inside of her thighs, tracking down the backs of her

legs down to her ankles. Soon those rivers dwindled into streams then to trickles, eventually subsiding as her bladder finally emptied.

Lucy found the whole sensation amazing, just being able to stand in the garden and release her bladder was one thing but the naughtiness of being able to do so right in front of a neighbour was something else. The feeling of hot pee on her legs hadn’t bothered her at all, in fact Lucy was feeling incredibly turned on by the whole experience, and feeling very playfully naughty.

“I can’t believe you’ve just taken me literally” whispered Jenny, “What am I supposed to do?”

“I’m sorry Mr Brown, I’d love to stop and chat, but there’s something I’ve desperately got to do....” Jenny half shouted, but it was no use, Mr Brown just carried on chatting away regardless.

“Well, like you’ve just said,” whispered Lucy, standing behind her friend, “He’d never know what you were up to.”

“Yes, but it’s not like I’m naked down there is it.” replied Jenny, now squirming and crossing and uncrossing her legs frantically. “God I need a wee, Oh God, Oh Damn, Oh Bugger, Oh no......”

Lucy turned the camera around to give a close-up view of the front of her friend’s leggings and watched carefully as her friend stopped fidgeting and stood motionless. First the seat of her shiny black leggings became shinier and blacker, droplets of clear urine formed across the width of Jenny’s skinny backside, quickly growing, spreading and joining up to form rivers flooding downwards. Then these were joined by a flow of liquid from the front of Jenny’s pants, highlighting where her slit lay.

Unlike Lucy’s experience a few moments earlier, Jenny had her legs together and as a consequence the full contents of her bladder were flooding down the backs and also to a lesser extent the fronts of her legs. Lucy moved the camera around to get the best view, with Jenny turning her hips obligingly. At least Jenny didn’t seem to mind too much and gave Lucy a mock- horrified expression before winking at her.

It was clear that Jenny wasn’t at all bothered about having just completely flooded her pants or being filmed doing it and Lucy was now feeling even more turned on as a consequence of what she’d just seen on top of her own experience. Lucy stepped very closely behind Jenny and squeezed her backside, feeling her friends warm wet wee on her fingers.

Jenny in turn lifted the front of Lucy’s dress and ran fingers up her thigh to reach the cleft of her bare pussy, causing Lucy to gasp as she pressed. That was the trigger to Lucy who made sure they were standing close enough to the wall to be hidden from view and reached her arm around Jenny’s waist, reaching into the waistband of her wet leggings, reaching in and pushing her hand downwards to her friend’s pussy. The result was electrifying, Lucy was playing with her friend’s pee soaked and slippery wet pussy and the same time as having her own clitoris rubbed and teased, all whilst standing out in the open air, not even in private.

Finally Mr Brown realised that the two girls seemed to have lost interest in his monologue. “Anyway Girls, I’m sure you’ll be wanting to get on with whatever you girls do. I’ll let you get on.”

With that he turned and walked back to his cottage door. As they heard it shut, the two girls turned to face each other, kissing passionately. Jenny half wrestled Lucy to the ground, the two girls giggling and Lucy shrieking as she fell backwards, her dress rising up as she did so and giving Jenny unrestricted access to her lady parts. Jenny also landed half lying on top of her friend, turning half onto her side so that Lucy with her hand still inside Jenny’s pants could carry on massaging her pussy. The now forgotten video camera recorded the blue sky above where they lay, with only an audio soundtrack to show for their passion.

The result was inevitable, with first Lucy and a few seconds later Jenny both reaching shuddering climaxes. Finally the two girls cuddled up together, still lying on the grass in the open air enjoying their after shocks, eyes closed their thoughts drifting over their amazing shared experience.

Edited April 11, 2019 by gldenwetgoose